I wonder where did this start from. True, I was naturally lazy from the beginning, but I doubt there is anyone who has a lazy mind, and even more lazier eyes. Its surprising that even looking at my surroundings has become a chore. But practice makes perfect, and so it was through practice that I achieved this stage of laziness.

It must have began when I hurt my ankle and was prescribed a week of bed rest. I was playing badminton in my draggy, lazy way, though my mind was trying its best to make up for the lack of energy in my body, when I twisted my ankle badly and fell. This happened not once, but twice (or thrice? its an effort to remember) and I must say, I thoroughly enjoyed the restful days of doing nothing at all. But it wasn't absolutely nothing after all. My mind still craved distractions such as watching tv, playing video games or at times working on the laptop, and this was but the second stage of laziness.

The true form of laziness was awakened when I injured my eye with a shuttle. I had challenged a player that he would be unable to hit it from such a distance, but he did, and thus my eye burned for another week. During this time I was unable to do anything, for I didn't have an eyepatch and was using an eyemask instead, hence I was effectively blind and didn't do anything at all. Thus I lay down on my bed with nothing but my thoughts, thinking about various things that I don't remember at all. Nor would I have remembered them even if you asked me a minute after. Such was the train of thought that just kept going and going onward without any destination.

In the recent days, my eyes have started to hurt when I look at screens and even while reading. All my eyes desire is to be shut, and keeping them open and focused is an effort. And its not a lack of sleep, ha, a lazy person like me could never have a lack of sleep. Feeling sleepy and lacking sleep are two different things. The former exists forever, the latter ends at an 8 hour nap.

Yet, I type my random thoughts here rather than working or resting, two things that are always needed to be done. Perhaps I require change, but then of what? I try working, I try resting, I try enjoying, yet I somehow relapse into the same temperament once again. I wonder if I were a sloth in my previous life. It would explain everything, though I would have preferred to be one in this life too. After all, a sloth's soul is incompatible for a human body, no?